Michelle Willingham Quote

Will you be traveling to London for the Season? Sir Lester was asking Lady Rose. A footman had arrived with the tea and refreshments. Rose poured each of them a cup, and Iain declined cream or sugar. She turned her attention back to Sir Lester. My mother wishes to go to London, but she isn’t well right now. I do not think it is possible. When she recovers, perhaps? The baronet was clearly wanting Lady Rose to return to the city. Have you no wish to join the gatherings? Even with your condition, I would think that you would prefer being amid the social circles and the other young ladies. Rose shook her head, wincing slightly. I would rather not face society just yet. I am certain you can understand this. Of course. But . . . if I may be so bold, does this mean that you have parted company with Lord Burkham? Iain’s curiosity was piqued. He leaned forward, wanting to know more about Lady Rose’s intended. No, she answered. I have reason to believe that he will offer for me, eventually. The baronet sighed. Lady Rose, any number of men would be glad to marry you. That is, if it is your wish. The smile on his face suggested that he wanted to be one of them. I do not think I shall marry for some time. Her voice was calm, but beneath it, Iain detected an air of frustration. Lady Rose, do not let one man’s folly dissuade you from enjoying the Season, Sir Lester reassured her. Were I to have the honor of accompanying you to a soiree, rest assured, I would have no desire to leave your side. She sent him a weary smile. You are very kind, sir. It was doubtful that kindness had anything to do with it. The baronet was besotted with her and made no secret of that fact. But Lady Rose was not finished. The truth is, I do not wish to return to London until I can walk again. And I do not know how long it will take. Oh. Sir Lester appeared startled by this revelation, but then he brightened. Then you will be here, in Yorkshire. I would be glad to assist you in any way that I can. Though it was none of his affair, Iain didn’t miss the look of discomfort on Rose’s face. He wiped his hands upon a linen napkin and rose to his feet. I must thank you for your hospitality, Sir Lester. But I should be taking Lady Rose home again before it rains. I could drive both of you back in my coach, the baronet suggested. It would be no trouble at all. No, thank you. I enjoy riding. Rose dismissed the idea and added, Lord Ashton was good enough to escort me here, so I will be fine. But if you would send word to your groom to prepare our horses, it would be greatly appreciated. She sent him a nod, and with that, Iain lifted her into his arms. It gave him a slight satisfaction to note the discomfited expression upon the baronet’s face. It will . . . take some time for my groom to saddle your horses, the baronet said. Would you rather wait a little longer, perhaps? Lady Rose flushed, but she shook her head. Thank you, but I really should be going. By the time Lord Ashton brings me outside, I will only need to wait a few minutes. Iain